One of the older disciples obediently went over and used the wooden stick he carried with him to write, "
we're the fourth generation of disciples. We're here on a regular patrol mission, but we fell into the enemy's trap ...
When he saw this.
Roger, who was on the other side of the river, couldn't help but be dazed. He couldn't help but Mutter in a low voice,
“.. Is this the fourth generation?"
One had to know.
Ever since he reopened the sect, the seniority of clear spring sect had been like this ...
Roger was from the first generation.
The disciples, zither, and those who joined after that were all the second generation.
According to Roger's rules.
One generation meant at least 10 to 15 years.
The appearance of the fourth generation of disciples meant that at least twenty years had passed in Mystra!
"There's indeed a problem with the timing!"
Roger let out a long breath.
After adjusting his state of mind.
